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ing, that are like a hand lifting up a skirt, the stage of clever allusions, skillfully hidden impropriety, shamelessly brazen hypocrisy, cryptic words that cover naked images and which fill the eye and the eye with a sudden vision of what dare not be said openly and enables smart society to enjoy a subtle, mysterious sort of love-making, a sort of marriage of impure minds, by simultaneously conjuring up, with words as sensual and disturbing as a sexual embrace, the secret, shameful desire for body to clasp body.

p 122 After one of those feminine hesitations so short as to be barely perceptible, she answered: ...

p 146 She was still a handsome woman, although somewhat fat and at the dangerous age

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when beauty hangs by a thread. She was holding her own by dint of great vigilance, careful attention to her health and the application of face-packs. She seemed the epitome of good sense, moderation and reasonableness, one of the women whose mind runs in straight lines like a French Garden. You can walk around them without meeting any surprises and even discovering a certain charm in them. She had judgement, a discreet, well-balanced and accurate judgement that substituted for imagination, and she also had kindness, loyalty, and a quiet benevolence broad enough to embrace everything and everybody.

p 149. The man in charge of this column and its regiment of reporters has to be always alert, always on guard, suspicious, always looking ahead, wily, lively and